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Emmett and I barely spoke on Sunday. He tried once more in vain to persuade me to have fertility tests. I didn't want to dignify his question with an answer. I was not going to be poked, prodded and probed, that was that. Neither of us initiated sex that night either, we fell asleep with our backs to each other but our arms entwined; I couldn't bare the thought of Emmett not touching me somehow at night. Throughout the bickers of the last thirty-six hours, I still managed to fall sound asleep…
A hand was rubbing gently over a slightly swollen stomach, a high pitched giggle coming from somewhere I couldn't see. The owner of the bump I assumed. The dream came into focus. Rosalie and Emmett Cullen…pregnant, actually pregnant. I was rested in my favourite leather chair, placed in the middle of a room with no decoration; perhaps we were too cautious to decorate the nursery yet. I had the entire Cullen family around me, if I looked around me I saw Emmett's parents Carlisle and Esme, who parented me when no-one else would. Edward and Bella to their left and Alice and Jasper to the right. Each one of them displayed excited smiles, it was beautiful. I saw Alice and Jasper move to one side revealing a mirror. I was glowing. I knew this was certainly a dream; my shining long blonde hair had been cut into a choppy bob. There was no way on earth I could ever hurt my precious hair. It just wasn't done. My delicate hands and Emmett's large ones both stroked over my bump. I turned to see my husband; we'd gone from having just each other, to having a family…
Wait, now I was somewhere else. In bed. Was I back in reality?
"Unf" I mumbled. Something felt weird. Emmett had turned the bedside lamp on within seconds.
"Baby? What is it" his voice was alarmed. I struggled to sit up, holding my arm over my expanding bump. There came the punching feeling in my gut again. UNF!
"It's her…" I grabbed Emmett's hand and put it to my stomach. We laughed out loud as our baby kicked again.
"Wow Rose"
"I know" I grinned excitedly.
"He's a little boxer" Emmett chuckled.
"Him? No baby, SHE will be an athlete" we must have bickered over the sex of the baby. Then I saw something incredible happen. Our faces were astounded; our baby kicked again, so hard, the outline of a foot was just visible against my skin. I wish I could play that moment over and over…
"Arghhhhhh!"
Okay this scene I knew. A hospital. I was on the bed, kneeling on all fours. Emmett one side, Bella the other. Bella was waving her arms around, blowing her face up like a gibbon. Then it fell into place.
"Come on Rose, breathe through it, like we practiced" I turned my head and blew my face up, both breathing in time. Shit I could feel everything tightening with another contraction. I reached my arm out to the side, grabbing Emmett by the shirt. I pulled him towards me with every ounce of strength I had.
"You! You did this to meeee!"
"I know Rose, but wait till our baby is here, you'll love me again"
"Don't fucking bet on it, you're not coming near me with your fucking 'thing' again!" I cried out through my contraction.
Some time must have been passing because my dream went quiet and nothing seemed to be happening. I was moved onto my back and my legs were in stirrups. Emmett would stroke my hair now and again, wipe my brow with a cloth, I saw Bella feeding me ice chips. She looked so supportive, I could see why I chose her as a birthing partner.
"Okay Mrs Cullen, I think we're ready to push now" came the words of the doctor that I couldn't see. Emmett and Bella were by my sides, cheering me on, words of 'come on Rose', 'breathe baby'. I was going extremely red in the face.
I pushed my chin down to my chest and pushed as hard as I possibly could. Nothing happened. Two minutes later. The same. I was getting tired. Wait; was it possible for someone to be tired in a dream? Who cared, I was getting my baby. I pushed down hard once more, my wails were filling the hospital room. Suddenly I saw a dark, black mist come from between my legs, completely fogging up the room. I waved my arms around, desperate to see my baby, Emmett was rubbing my shoulder affectionately. My stomach seemed to deflate in seconds; I was easily able to lean forward.
It was baby time!
There was nothing.
I woke with a start; the sweat was beading on my face. Sitting up alarmed I looked over my shoulder, there was my Emmett sleeping soundly, fidgeting slightly now I was out of his hold. My dream confirmed everything that I couldn't admit or say out loud. I was petrified that we wouldn't be able to have a family. There was a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach; I could imagine the doctors telling us there was something wrong with me, or even with Emmett. In my panic I decided to shake Emmett awake. I placed my hands on his shoulders and shook him gently.
"Emmett?"
"Snoreeeee" I shook again a little harder.
"Emmett? Are you awake?" he began to stir, then let out a huge snort, I stifled my laughter.
"Urgh? What? Where am…Rose?" he sat up on an elbow, rubbing his eyes.
"Oh good, you're awake" I said innocently.
"Babe it's four in the morning, what is it?" I swallowed hard, ready to make my announcement.
"I'll do it. I'll get tested with you" Emmett sat up, wrapping his big arms round my waist, pulling me down to lay with him, his lips kissing my temple repeatedly.
"Thankyou baby. I just think it's a good idea to see what's what, Carlisle says we should have done this years ago…I'll call them in the morning" I nodded, the tears starting to fall onto Emmett's bare chest.
"I'm so scared" I sobbed. Emmett whispered that he knew and rubbed my back softly. My loving husband soothed me back to sleep and I slept dream-less.
I woke late the next morning, I'd virtually forgotten about my disturbing dream. I sat up and yawned, the fresh smell of coffee wafting into the bedroom. I grinned and shuffled into the kitchen, finding Emmett greeting me with a hot mug in hand for me. I groaned quietly as the hot liquid flowed down my dry throat. I started to nibble on an apple when my morning world came down to earth with a thud.
"Get ready soon babe, we have to leave in an hour"
"What? They were able to fit me in?" I said with a surprised tone to my voice. Emmett knelt in front of me, folding his arms across my knees, resting his chin on them.
"I have a confession. I booked you in when I made my appointment on Saturday" he grinned sheepishly. I should have been furious, but Emmett knew me better than I knew myself. He knew I'd somehow change my mind. I nodded, thanking him with a long, romantic kiss.
I took my time in getting ready, I showered, brushed my teeth and tried to dress smart yet comfortably. I didn't know what these tests were going to be like. I chose loose white linin pants and a spaghetti strapped top. A little light make-up and I was ready. I then spent ten minutes mentally preparing myself for the day ahead. I told myself in my head repeatedly that everything will be okay, at the worst I'd need tablets or something. When Emmett honked the horn on the car, I was forced to face the music and join him. The clinic was a half hour ride away, I still had time to regain some positivity.
Or at least try.
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